Centennial Park is one of the local parks in my town. I often bike or walk there to enjoy its wildlife and scenery. I’ve seen snakes, deer, hawks, and tadpoles there. There’s jewelweed, rhubarb, milkweed, and bittersweet vine too.

At the back of the park, on top of a hill, there’s a bench with a plastic container filled with journals. The container’s lid reads, “A little book for your thoughts as you sit in this beautiful place.” Regular townsfolk walking with their dogs, spouses, sweethearts, or simply by themselves will sit down and share their lives.